Angela Moreno

Angela Moreno Jan 2016

I watched you breathe your last,
And, oh, how it was marvelous.
You opened the door,
Greeted death with a kiss to the cheek,
And gracefully stepped into eternity.
I had never seen such dignity.
I am certain they assigned you
The angel at the gate,
With a beauty too grand
Even for the heavens.
I am sure you are adored.
I only wish I had gone with.
If it is something lovely,
Send me an invitation.

Angela Moreno Jan 2016

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They always said
How strange he was,
But I liked him.
He smelled like grapes
And reminded me of the sun.

Angela Moreno Jan 2016

Ria in the Woods

I don't know if I'll ever see her again,
This one I trusted to be my forever.
This is not forever.
This is a day and days without her.
She doesn't want to be bothered.
She doesn't want to be better.
I hate myself for respecting it.
She's gone somewhere far away,
But never more than a phone call away.
I pray her face never fades from my mind
As I may never see her again.
Still, even now, all I can recall
Is the snow covered bridge she sat upon,
The snow soaking into her jeans
And an icy storm in the water below.
She stared so deeply into that storm.
She used to say, "Home."
She always whispered, "Home."
She doesn't want to be bothered.
She doesn't want to be alone.

Angela Moreno Jan 2016

Beauty Before Me

I can not sleep.
For how can I close my eyes
When leaving them open
Means staring at the angel beside me.
An angel with her breath slow and heavy,
The way she speaks to me,
Her mind a million miles away
In a land I will never reach.
A faint smile lifts her lips
And a curl wraps around her fingers,
Tying her down to a deep and committed sleep.
In a few hours she will wake.
Sleep having swollen her face
Ever so slightly
In all the right places
To make her look just like a porcelain doll.
She is mine.
By some crazy twist of fate,
This angel beside me is mine.
And so I stay awake
Sacrificing my sleep,
Each night a reflection of the night before.
For how could I ever sleep
With such a beauty before me?

Angela Moreno Jan 2016

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I could kiss you
And dwell upon the thought
For days.
But you kiss me
And forget
By morning.

Angela Moreno Dec 2015

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Most often,
Hearts are not broken
As a result of something a person did.
Rather,
It is a result
Of what a person failed to do.

Angela Moreno Dec 2015

Wake Up Call

Every morning,
When he takes a moment to recall her,
Two memories hold all the memories:
The way she would laugh at things
That had never before seemed extraordinary,
And the way she would cry
Over things he never knew were sad
Until she started to cry.